Myths
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Pray thee, my friend
That you may never be caught
On Oslo’s streets
Alone
And Afraid
Beneath the full moon’s light
A powerful man consumed with the shrieks of useless souls.
Seen as a disgrace amoung the other Gods and Goddesses.
This is a man who cannot me loved but searches desperately for it.
The buzz of the animatronics,
The tangled wires of the life cords,
The light reflecting off the smooth metal plates,
I’ve prepared everything for you,
A Latin American Urban Legend
Or perhaps a misguided truth.
It is a merciless beast according to those who speak,
Preying upon lames, upon sheep.
It watches from the bushes in the cloak of night
With tainted lips he drew me in
he plucked my hands
he kissed it softly
in a soft song
he whispered to me
The way I see you, my darling
it makes the stars gleam brighter,
but they only reminisce
Her eyes were soft
She was beautiful up close
By nature and for no one else
But men desire what they don’t have
Her eyes were panicked
She told him no
Cried for help
But no one came
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted.
but that isn't true.
he died from the cold.
the ice gripped and clawed at his wings
weighing them down
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
Contemporary age and the superstitious world
Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled
"Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination
Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
As I sit here finishing this novel, I am reminded of why I started. From the hate and the pain,
the humiliation and the shame. We women are used like cheap tissues.
I had declared it would not fall in love,
But the goddess Aphrodite took it as a challenge.
Still, I was so sure I could manage.
One day I met this man who asked me on a date.
On my way to work, I said no.
“Meaningless”
Because justice is just a word
slipping off the tongues of folks so surely
so carelessly only
Justice in terms of a meaning
is simply
man made,
To suffer
To suffer alone in this hell
My brothers have their own brides
To care for them and to stand by their side
I was casted away, seen as bitter
It’s not easy being a god
stone
i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me
creating creatures i'll never hold
statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me
they are
She commands fashion,
Head of all important yet,
no one dares to look.
Oh?
Who is that there?
That beautiful person,
Yes, you, gorgeous.
Perfection, I love you;
I love…myself.
Yes me
Eurydice, my lover that left for the underworld.
You argued against the vulnerable flesh of mankind,
And your hunger and earthly temptations lead you away from me.
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.
Apollo lives
in the steady hands of a medical surgeon
In the voice of the newest, hottest star
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.
Apollo lives
in the steady hands of a medical surgeon
In the voice of the newest, hottest star
Hark! they whispered, those dryads in the trees
And all throughout the woodlands I felt disease.
Plucking little white flowers, I twirled them between my fingers
Upon the shallow river’s floor,Our protagonist is found,His clothes hang heavy,By a burden he is bound.He empties his fears,As they flow from his ears,He escapes them not,For a new guide appears.
You're not dipped in gold
A man once invincible
Glory wrought on football fields of battle
T'was but to the Gods who saw me was I invisible
gnashing my teeth she saw a smile
A heart of stone beats another day.
Cold eyes that often freeze those in their tracks scan across a room of people who do everythign but that.
In this world,
Atlas is a pregnant teen girl
On a road trip.
She carries the roads with her
Like she does
With worlds
Must we live like
Gilgamesh
Inbetween gasps of sorrow
Looking tirelessly
For our loves
Lost
How many times might we mock openly
The will of gods
Even if they do not
The Jersey devil still lurks today
Except not in that same old way
When the mother of 13 birthed a devil
She never thought that we would revel
Helmet of Steel, Decorated with Mac & Cheese
Hands occupied with Kraft Singles I see
A formidable force of nature
House music is his favorite
Living south and living northNo one knew the flying feather,Or watched for his ghastly shapeTho’ among he quietly slithered
It happened all at once
Like a blurry mess of moments
Bubbled into one
Indistinguishable
I couldn’t stop it
The Black Forest
By A.R.T
The forest of old is vast and dark
Where the gods of the earth roam
Where myths and legend were born
Fafnir dragon of gold
A.R.T
Once half dwarf half man he was
One who coveted gold
He became dragon scaly and black
Temples are quiet places for forbidden kisses,
for moments in which the world does not exist,
but is collapsing, as if the giant holding us up decides
to let us fall, as if no gods can reach us.
I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
Unscathed.
I am Apollo pining for love,
In the oasis that cultivated and sheltered everything man conceived,
Were the final clawing and flap of a longing paw and wing.
Only the bevy of nymphs and maidens grieved,
A Thought,
indefinite and young,
rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers,
flashing with light.
A Thought,
pooling and unwavering,
grew in lazy night and cold passion,
